DARIO'S POV
We arrived at Velana Airport, where my private jet was waiting for us. Bruno, Veronica, and, of course, Katy were with me. After the incident back on the island, Katy had been unusually quiet for the past four hours. It was a good start—submission always begins with silence.
The air hostess, Serra, was waiting for us alongside two of my men. Serra had been working for me for five months, and she was impeccable at her job. Slender, with flowing blonde hair and legs that seemed to go on forever, she embodied the perfect image of an air hostess.
Her charm wasn’t lost on Katy, judging by the way her eyes flitted toward Serra with an expression that could only be described as mild surprise—and possibly disapproval. Good. Katy might find Serra's presence intriguing, but she had no
